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lirik lagu kung fu – organik poisons

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[verse 1: kamackeris]
you get your
spine split, dome piece knocked off
popped off. y’all n*ggas done rocked off
my n*gga kong done told you before
don’t say sh*t if you ain’t really down to brawl
we got it all. f*ck paul, peter
we got the heater. the next bleeder, they fabricate
you marinate. in every state
who hold weight that circulate? you’re too late, terminate
ain’t miss a beat, style i speak. half of y’all
meek, weak, your b*lls incomplete
put you in a box to detox
i’ll iverson your ass in reeboks
better yet, dr. j you with the converse
your neck’s burst, you the worst
n*gga, you ain’t a bona fide figure
so what you gonna do? it ain’t nothing but kung fu
[verse 2: kwest]
ha! now take
your best shot. kwest got sk!lls considered sacred
fan away your hands like neo moving in the matrix. i know
kung fu, moves can k!ll, cripple, or stun you
calmly disarm you if you bring a knife or gun fu. in my brain
time slows yet i’m hitting your frame pr*nto
diminish your sk!lls, moving like video game combos
feel the agony of defeat physically and literally
roundhouse kick to your cheek will quickly get rid of your t**th
can’t keep up with you guard plus your ego getting scarred
my one*inch punch will knock that ass back about a yard
hard to keep breathing, non*believing, the beating you’re
receiving, you’ll feel your consciousness leaving
and i haven’t even broken a sweat. please sit
down, dude. i could have been broken your neck. now peace
brethren. realize you’ve been taught a valuable lesson
a sharp mind makes your whole body an f*ing weapon

[verse 3: kev roc]
as usually, suspects [?]
f*ck him as he frown, firm right hand [?]
sighted through my ras kass scheme [?]
mic strike center mass, bottleneck silhouette
katana, a motherf*cking marksman of rhyme
silent on his hill, can descend without a sign
put strife into hyphen, knife to send a lifer
dear god, inform of this wack american cypher
so hard when he hardly illing ever oddly
beat*seeking mystics deliver rhyme with the car key
deep sh*t like bat guano
be the verbal bludgeoning waiting just around your corner
so more the well*acquainted [?] ‘cause
i spit and leave wild n*ggas palbable buzz
beginning with me sinning, you spin it as i rock, create
rhyme with the seed of its own kind within it
popping in the mic a pa and pull it off and impress
and publicly addressing the passive*aggressive
kev roc, i fill this chalice with a bitter malice
leaving tracks calloused as i’m thick and foulest
[verse 4: king cesar]
yeah
i start fires in the motherf*cker forest
and f*ck goldilocks for her bowl of porridge
i’m the illest ever seen with a gold chain
i can’t explain why you n*ggas looking so lame
it’s no game ‘cause there’s no competition here
please shut the f*ck up, son, and listen here
i grab the mic like rhyming is my birthright
and beat that p*ssy up like tyson in his first fight
you don’t rehe*rs* right, you young and you thirst sprite
light in the ass like that white girl from last night
you young fool, that sh*t don’t become you
i’ll son you, haven’t even begun to punk you
n*ggas amongst you about to microphone check
one, two with a fistful of kung fu

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